"Family Ties"

Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs. I do own Dr. Rose Davenport and the plot.

(A/N: This is Part two of my first Numb3rs/Stargate crossover. It's set in the beginning of season 3 of Numb3rs and season 4 of Stargate Atlantis. Reviews help keep my Muse around!)

Ch. 1

(Eppes House, Living Room)

Charlie and Rose, who just entered her 8th month of pregnancy, can be seen lounging in the two chairs correcting papers during the weeknights. It did take Rose a while to adjust to this slow paced life.

"How goes the unsolved cases?" Charlie asked her, taking a break.

"Oh, we managed to catch another Trust operative this afternoon. Don is still interrogating him," she told him, not looking up from her paper. Rose stopped "Oh!"

She held her ever-growing belly and sat up, nearly dropping all of her students papers. Charlie looked up, placed his papers aside and went to her.

"What is it?" he asked, a little frantically.

"Give me your hand,"

He obeyed. Rose placed his hand on her belly, where the baby was kicking.

"Dad!" Rose called.

"Dinner is almost ready! Things take time to cook, ya know!" Alan yelled from the kitchen.

"You're gonna miss it!" Rose shouted back.

"Dad, the baby's kicking!" Charlie shouted.

"Coming!" Alan yelled as he came sprinting into the room.

Charlie moved out of the way to let his father feel the kicks. Rose guided her fathers hand around her belly, for the baby began to kick in a different spot.

"Holy Hannah!" Alan exclaimed. "Those are some strong kicks."

Rose and Alan shared a smile. Alan, then, got up and headed back in the kitchen with a little spring in his step.

(Eppes House, Garage)

Rose sat on one of the more comfortable chairs, watching Charlie write frantically on one of the many chalkboards in the garage, having taking up all of the space in basement. The baby kicked her lightly. She rubbed her belly and took in a deep breathe.

"You okay, Sis?" Charlie asked without looking back to her.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Rose answered him. "He's just stretching his legs."

She sighed heavily.

"This sucks," she than said abruptly.

This time Charlie looked up at her from his work and raising his eyebrows.

"What's up?" He asked her again, slowly.

"Dad's been practically begging for a grandchild. I give him one and it's a Goa'uld hybrid," She stated. "And now the IOA wants to study them."

Charlie dropped his chalk and gave his sister a particularly hard gaze.

"When did they tell you this and why isn't it now I'm just hearing about this?" he asked.

"Does it really matter in the long run?" Rose asked wearily.

"Guess not," he answered.

"I need to finish my lesson plans for Daniel," she said very business like. "He's arriving tomorrow. Call me if you need help with the case."

"Will do," Charlie called as she slowly left the garage.

(USC, Archeology Class Room)

Rose sat at her desk, in front of the class room. She had just finished her lesson plan for the next semester when a familiar person knocked at the door. Rose looked up and then smiled when she saw who it was.

"Daniel!" she greeted him.

Rose got up from her seat and met him half way.

"You look exhausted," he told her, giving her a hug. "Here, sit back down."

She obeyed. Daniel sat on her desk, so they could be a little more level with one another.

"I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow," she told him.

"I managed to get an earlier flight," Daniel told her. "How are you feeling?"

"The baby has been kicking a lot lately," Rose told him. "But other than that I feel fine. I mean a little tired and I'm really looking forward to seeing my own feet again, but other than that I'm feeling good."

Rose's cell phone rang loudly. She checked the caller ID before answering.

"It's Don," she told Daniel. "Do ya mind?"

Daniel shook his head. Rose answered it.

"I'm in the middle of a very important meeting right now, Donny. Can't this wait?" she said first thing.

"At 8 o' clock at night?" Don asked.

"What, I can't have an obscure work schedule?"

There wasn't a response but Rose could tell that Don was rolling his eyes and attempting not to snort into his phone.

Instead of commenting, he merely said, "We need your help on a case. There might be a possible connection with the Trust."

"I'll be there once I'm done here," Rose said, and then hung up the phone.

To be continued . . . .